“AHHHH! Frelling orcs!” Feris cried out as a black arrow slammed into his thigh, and he dropped to the ground in agony.
“It’s not my fault!” Nimble lamented.
“Oh just shut up and shoot them would you?” Rathgar snarled from behind a tree.
“Rathgar shut up. I can’t deal with this,” Allianora twisted the arrow slightly causing Feris to again cry out in pain “if you keep braying like a rabid dog!”
“It’s not my fault!” Nimble repeated.
The orcs began chanting something that sounded like “Skra-Tay, Skra-Tay”
“Feris, do you know what they’re saying” Rathgar asked.
Allianora shoved the arrow through Feris’ leg, causing him to pass out. “Shut up!” She yelled at Rathgar. Several more bolts flew by, embedding themselves into the surrounding trees.
“It’s really not my fault! How was I supposed to know that the chief would take so poorly to my pointing out that his war banner had a kitten on it?” Nimble asked.
The roar of a sabre toothed tiger put an end to all questions about the kitten.
Quarrel of Quarreling
This item can take the form of an arrow or a crossbow bolt, but only becomes active then it draws blood. On a successful hit with this arrow, the wounded individual and all within 10’ must make a save vs spells every round or be unable to take their usual actions and instead will argue with those around them. This will not prevent them from defending themselves, but they will not be able to attack. The effect lasts for a number of rounds equal to the points of damage caused by the missile. They can be enchanted with an additional +1 to +4 to hit and damage